Number 99 was still crouching in the bathroom, carefully avoiding the blind spots of the ubiquitous listening devices. He placed the communication talisman next to his ear.
Something had just happened.
According to their previous plan, there was no way that this half-vampire, who had bravely sacrificed himself, would be thrown into the Corpse Pool. Therefore, according to the script, when the half-vampire was carried into the Corpse Pool and was about to be thrown in, they had to arrange for a sudden resurrection.
As Fan Zhuo's subordinate, under the suppression of his bloodline, the half-vampire was absolutely loyal. It was impossible for him to disobey. Even someone as irascible as Anthony could only obediently listen to orders.
And so, the half-vampire faithfully followed the script and was carried to the metal door by the teaching assistants on a stretcher. There, he performed a great resurrection on the spot.
The teaching assistants of the Faceless Men were shocked by the sudden resurrection of the corpse.
The final result was as they had predicted. No matter how indifferent they were to life, the Faceless Men would not directly throw a living person into the Corpse Pool as fertilizer. So, after a while of arguing, they threw the half-vampire out.
Number 99 was already waiting for him in the bathroom. When he came out, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"How was it?"
The two of them huddled together in the corner.
"No, there's something wrong with that door. It doesn't lead directly to the Corpse Pool. There's a passage behind the metal door, and there are several other doors on both sides of the passage," the half-vampire said cautiously.
"But I've already placed the paper shikigami that Tokumon gave me inside. It's dark inside, and there's usually no one inside. The paper shikigami should be able to move around freely."
The paper shikigami was the specialty of the Onmyojis. Although they were free people like the exorcists, there was still an endless stream of people from the major factions who wanted to team up with them. After all, the paper shikigami did not cause any harm or pollution. It was simply a godly scout skill.
"Okay."
Number 99 nodded. "Then let's hurry back."
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At this time on the basketball court, the game had already reached its climax.
No one cared about the exhibition game that was originally mentioned.
Ever since the Dark Sorcerer had purposely stolen Zong Jiu's ball, and Zong Jiu had found out that there was definitely more than one puppet string on the Dark Sorcerer's head, the situation between the two sides had become extremely heated.
Gradually, some of the bullet screen comments began to make sense.
[How is this an exhibition match requested by the school? This is more like an NBA match.]
[I'm stunned. Didn't the bullet screen say that No. 2, No. 8, and Magician had formed an alliance? Why are they fighting to the death on the basketball court now?]
[I can't help but exclaim, the storyline has gone from a horror dungeon all the way to a slam dunk.]
Not to mention the bullet screen, even the trainees who had been forced to sit by the side but had been memorizing the revision silently without exception could tell that something was wrong. They were all dumbfounded and confused.
"What's going on … Does Magician have a grudge with No.8?"
"That shouldn't be the case. If there were really rumors of them not being on good terms, how could they live together peacefully in 101? Besides, I've never heard of it before. "
"But look at this —" The trainee pointed at the court and whispered, "Does it look like they're just walking around?"
Turning around, stepping around, feinting, passing, stopping to control the ball, blocking the shot … A small reddish-brown basketball was tossed around the court. One moment, the white-haired youth jumped into the air and bent down to intercept it; the next moment, The Dark Wizard's ghostly figure blocked it and drew an arc in the air.
Occasionally, when his light-colored pupils met The Dark Wizard's dark green eyes, he could feel the surging fighting spirit even from a distance.
On the basketball court, other than the captains, the other members of the two teams seemed to have become insignificant. They watched the development of the situation on the court in shock, not knowing what to do.
A 5v5 basketball game had abruptly turned into a one-on-one duel with swords drawn and crossbows stretched.
Zong Jiu reflected on his carelessness in his heart.
Because The Dark Wizard wasn't No.1's puppet back in the King's Game, he had let his guard down and didn't suspect him at all.
… But thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable to say that tarot cards only had one divination chance a day. Normal people wouldn't try it again immediately after one. Otherwise, for someone as paranoid as Zong Jiu, even a hundred times a day wouldn't be enough.
In the end, the most important thing was, who would have thought?
In such a short period of time, No.8 had been controlled by the devil. Furthermore, he had been deeply controlled without anyone noticing. It was hair-raising.
And now, it seemed that No.1 didn't have any intention of hiding it.
On the other side of the court, the man in the suit was still standing in the same spot. Zong Jiu could clearly feel the man's gaze on his back. It made him uncomfortable all over and gave him a dangerous look.
In front of him, The Dark Wizard's thin jawline was outlined under the sun. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and an inconspicuous dark gold slowly seeped out from the depths of his eyes.
Zong Jiu sneered in his heart.
Good lord, the real body was watching from the sidelines while the puppet came up to the arena. What a wonderful job.
The white-haired youth bent slightly and stared at the backboard in front of him like a wild wolf ready to pounce.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to pull out the strings of the puppet, but he didn't expect No.8 to have such amazing stamina. Although he was a weak sorcerer, his body hadn't fallen behind in strengthening. He easily jumped three feet into the air and was an expert in three-point dunking.
Fan Zhuo, who had just finished his game, stood to the side with a deep frown.
The half-vampire standing beside him whispered, "Your Highness, didn't No.8 agree to cooperate with us …"
"As long as he doesn't get in the way."
The leader of the Night people shook his head slightly and glanced at the trainees sitting on the ground on the other side.
So far, after No.2 expressed his intention to let as many people survive as possible in this group dungeon, many classes in the entire grade had taken sides.
Intimidated by No.2's name, no one dared to openly oppose him. Even the arrogant and despotic Class Rep of Class Five was the same. He was just pretending to comply but secretly opposing, and secretly making some small moves.
But Fan Zhuo understood that the appeal of the Night people was far from enough to offset the high pressure of this dungeon.
When one's life was at stake, no one would think about whether or not to offend him. They would definitely think about saving their own lives first. Because of this, the scene of the failure of the first cooperation had occurred.
Before becoming No.2, Fan Zhuo was still a qualified leader. He knew how to weigh the pros and cons and maximize the benefits.
The Dark Wizard had always been low-key and mysterious, including his Witchcraft Society.
His reputation in the Infinite Loop wasn't as good as Messiah, but he wasn't as treacherous and perverse as Zhuge An, and he definitely wasn't as malicious as the Devil.
In short, as long as he didn't directly interfere, everyone could turn a blind eye. After all, the plan had already been achieved. Just like now, the trainees each had their own thoughts, but on the surface, they were calm and peaceful. That was enough.
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The competition was over.
The leaders who had come to inspect the competition were sent to the cars under the applause of all the trainees.
The high school gates were once again closed, and the thick chains were pasted together with cement.
In just a few short days, the number of faceless trainees had increased again. Among them, the classes that advocated isolating and pressuring the weaker trainees had the most obvious effect.
Now everyone knew that the transformation of faceless people in this environment could be said to be undetectable. Even the trainees themselves might not be able to feel it.
This was because the mechanical process of learning, learning, and learning again, the process of being baptized and ruled by this world's twisted ideas was not much different from spreading the word.
The scariest thing was not to kill a person, but to destroy them from the inside.
Compared to the human body, the human heart, which was protected in the chest, was much more fragile.
The trainees who had been forced to sit on the field for the entire afternoon were finally released. They anxiously walked back to the classroom to revise.
Zong Jiu threw the ball and stayed on the field. He patiently waited with Fan Zhuo and Tokumon for 99 and the half-vampire to report the situation.
After listening, Tokumon said conservatively, "It will take about three days for the paper shikigami to figure out the situation inside."
Usually, the Corpse Pool's location was remote and heavily guarded, so no one dared to force their way in. Fortunately, the higher-ups had finally found a gap during their inspection, which caused the teaching assistants to panic. As long as they could place Tokumon's paper shikigami inside, they would only need to wait for the results of the exploration.
"Okay, let's talk about it when there's news." Everyone nodded to show that they understood.
After the meeting, Zong Jiu hurried back to the dormitory.
He was currently suppressing a strong sense of unhappiness in his heart, and he urgently needed to vent it.
Fortunately, Zong Jiu's luck was pretty good. As soon as he turned a corner, he found the target of his anger in the corridor.
At this time, the trainees had all showered in the morning, so they didn't want to waste any more time. Almost all of them went to the classroom. Only a few trainees chose to return to the dormitory.
The white corridor of the dormitory was empty. Only the rope dangling from the ceiling at the end of the hall was still swaying, making one's scalp tingle.
The Dark Wizard was standing in the shadows of the stairs. He raised one hand and changed back to his mysterious black robe and hood.
Zong Jiu chuckled. He put down the Devil's Position tarot card in his hand, which indicated that the other party was already completely under his control, and mercilessly dashed towards the Dark Wizard.
His movements were fast. In terms of physical skills, The Dark Wizard might have strengthened his body, but his combat skills were still far from being comparable to Zong Jiu, who had spent money to receive guidance from a world-class combat expert in his previous life.
They fought in the shadows at the bottom of the stairs, throwing punches and kicks. There weren't any surveillance cameras here, and even the lighting was extremely dim. Even if the dormitory auntie came, she wouldn't be able to see them if she didn't walk in.
For some reason, the Dark Wizard didn't seem to have any intention of using black magic. In the end, he was pressed against the wall by Zong Jiu. The half of his face exposed under the hood was cold and exquisite.
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered. "How is it? Surprise enough, No.1?"
To prevent the Dark Wizard from acting shamelessly, Magician moved his hand to the top of The Dark Wizard's head. He was prepared to pull the puppet strings a second time if things didn't go his way.
In the shadows, a white glove slowly lifted.
A faint laughter sounded from the shadows and intimately pressed against the white-haired youth's ear. "Oh, surprise?"